How do you like to go up in a swing

Up in the air so blue?

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing

Ever a child can do!

Robert Louis Stevenson

MARCH TWENTY-FIRST

Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling!

Mother sits beside thee smiling!

Sleep my darling, tenderly!

If thou sleep not, mother mourneth,

Singing as her wheel she turneth;

Come soft slumber, balmily.

S. T. Coleridge

MARCH TWENTY-SECOND

O sweet sleep-angel, throned now

On the round glory of his brow!

Wave thy wing and waft my vow

Breathed over Baby Charley.

I vow that my heart, when death is nigh,

Shall never shiver with a sigh

For act of hand or tongue or eye

That wronged my Baby Charley.

Sidney Lanier

MARCH TWENTY-THIRD

She seemed a thing

Of Heaven's prime uncorrupted work, a child

Of early nature undefiled,

A daughter of the years of innocence,

And, therefore, all things loved her.

Southey

MARCH TWENTY-FOURTH

Bairns and their bairns make sure a firmer tie

Than aught in love the like of us can spy.

Allan Ramsay

MARCH TWENTY-FIFTH